Kisses From A Stranger

A day after returning from Toronto, something very strange, but also wonderful, in its own way, happened to me.  I suppose I'll start from the beginning:

That afternoon, I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when a girl across the street waved at me and smiled.  The ego boost was rather helpful at the time, so I smiled and waved back.  The girl then motioned me to come over to her.  She was nice looking, so I crossed the street to find out what she wanted.  

It turned out that her and a few friends (who slowly filtered out as the conversation went on) were there celebrating a friend's birthday.  However, they had a problem because they didn't have the money to buy beer for the party they had planned later that night.  So, the girl asked me if I had any money I could spare.  Naturally, I was reluctant to give her anything.  This was not only because they were strangers, but also because I thought their attraction to me might have been a ruse to get my money.  But, being in the emotionally vulnerable position I was in, I eventually ended up giving them some money.  Yes, it was a dumb idea, and yes, I probably was taken advantage of.  But I'll know better next time, so I guess it's a lesson learned.  In return for my contribution, they gave me some beer (not too much, but enough to relax me somewhat) and invited me inside.  This was where things got a little strange.  I was getting inordinate amounts of attention from these young women, and before I realized what was happening, cell phones were out and pictures were being taken.  Somewhere in the back of my head, my inner C-3PO was babbling about the perils of alcohol and potential blackmail, but I was much more interested in having various girls surrounding me and sitting on my lap, so I just sat back and enjoyed it.  I was rather bewildered as to how I found myself in this uncharacteristic situation, but it seemed like a nice way to recover from my recent breakup, so I just decided to stick around and see what else happened.

After some brief conversation, during which I realized these girls were fairly hammered, the original girl who had got my attention took me back outside.  As it turned out, the reasonable amount of money I gave them wasn't quite enough, and they needed more.  Despite her coercing, I decided not to give her any more than I already had, so she got slightly annoyed with me.  Later on, this would prove a bigger problem, but that was when something much more interesting happened.

One of the girls came out and took me to a quieter area near the house, where we could talk in relative privacy.  Despite the fact that she'd been drinking, she seemed very focused, and we had a very interesting conversation.  We talked about music and career aspirations, and various other things, and we learned some interesting things about each other.  Eventually, she told me that she thought I was really good looking, and she wanted to date me. I was a bit stunned at this development, and didn't really know what to say.  In retrospect, I probably should have just agreed instead of doing all the hemming and hawing I did.  Part of it was because she was of mixed race.  I am not a racist by any means, but I wasn't sure how my family would deal with that, which concerned me.  (Disclaimer:  my family are not racists, it's just a situation that hasn't really come up before) Also, I think part of it was knowing that she'd been drinking, and I didn't want to take advantage of that.  In any case, what happened next was wonderful.  There was a lull in the conversation, and she leaned in close to me and kissed me.  Even knowing how she felt about me, it was still very unexpected.  But, it was also very enjoyable, and a beautiful way to soothe the sting of my breakup.  

We talked a little more, until she had to leave to use the washroom.  I stayed where I was, waiting for her, and that was when things got stranger.  After a few moments, her friends stormed out, charging straight  for me.  They claimed that I had made fun of the girl who'd kissed me only minutes before.  Since she wasn't with them, I had no idea if I'd legitimately upset her or not, but I didn't trust what they had to say.  After some more verbal abuse, and an assault with lip gloss, they retreated to the house, leaving me more confused than when I'd started.  I waited around for the girl to return, but her friends eventually frustrated me enough that I left.  I would have given that girl my phone number, given another five minutes, but I never got the chance.  Or, more accurately, I never had the nerve to do it sooner, and now I may never know what might have been.

Because of the way things happened, I'm left wondering if all the affection that girl showed towards me was feigned.  I don't think it was, but until I get a proper answer, I suppose I'll never find out.  A kiss may be a small thing to some of you, but for me, being kissed was a very big deal.  Even if it was nothing to her, it meant a whole lot to me, especially considering what I'd just been through only days before.  I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I'm still a little hung up on this, and I don't quite know what to do about it.  I want to find her again and tell her how I feel now that I've figured it out, but I'm not sure it will happen.

If nothing else, I guess I can always say that I got kisses from a stranger, and they helped me get over things in a very nice way.